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Part Two – No Fishing

Seriously. I want to get a big no fishing sign and put it on the front page. The graphic in the header came from someone who stole it from somewhere else who followed my “most superiorly and knowing blog”. Really? That person will never read, or be able to read, anything I write. Ever. The never ending quest for blind follow-backs. Always replete with stock lingerie photos or read this or I’ll shoot the depressed poet who is me, or have a “superiorly” nice day with the feel good Jesus. The big three. Sex, guilt and Jesus. Maybe they can monetize if they get to 60k. Like writing a bad song and getting the BMI check for 18 cents because nobody in Israel listened to the station that played it. But it felt good for about 1/3 of a second. Hey. God Loves Me. And I’ll bet she can spell.

5 thoughts on “Looney Lunes #137 2-Fer”

Like, “Sorry this is abused spouses. Oh, you want eating disorders? Stupid twit. Eating disorders are down the hall.”And the teen suicide watch? A bunch of frocks and white collars mixed in with the faithful in the basketball gym bleachers, gone all Black crepe paper “home coming” and nun cheerleaders. “Kick that chair away, chair away, kick that chair away” sick can’t be unseen, you know. I was hell bound anyway….